Winter: a season of death
You hear a distant sound
Screaming, whining
Along with the cracking of the ice
You can hear someone shouting out your name
The scratching, the screaming, the whining
You`re frozen to death
Or is it just the sounds of ice
Under your keel
And you know, you know you`re trapped
Now you`re trapped
Corpses are floating op in your wake
Floating up
A voice disaappears with the wind
Blows away
Along with the cracking of the ice
The track will be frozen over in a while